Saturday, February 25, 2006

A New Life

Spring cleaning the house,
I find an old name board that
my dead sister-in-law had at her clinic:
“ Dr. R----------------------
M.B.B.S., M.S (Gen. Surgery)
Clinic Timings:……….”
The board is quite big.
About 5’x2’ and pretty strong.
The metal sheet is rust free.
The wooden frame, termite free.
Even the paint is not flaked or faded.
Though my memory of her is.
I wonder whether to throw it.
Or keep it.
I decide to repaint and
use it to cover the new birdcage
in the balcony, protecting them
from the sun.
She’d have approved the recycling
and her place in the sun.

6 Comments:

Blogger Roger Stevens said...

Nice idea. Maybe this is a poem. It's certainly poetic.

Poetry dissection - yeah, you have to be careful.

I came across a book for secondary school students (14 - 16) yesterday full of poems and ways to dissect them. Lots of questions about simile and repetition and stuff - but not once the question - did you like the poem? Did it move you?

10:41 AM  
Blogger Capegirl said...

how lovely. talking something old and making it new and at the same time doing so based on your understanding of that person. yes. that's loss and life. wonder what they'll do with all my plants and crystals? :)

3:47 PM  
Blogger EATING POETRY said...

I like this. The irony. Preserving a memory.

I responsed to your comment on the "The Little Black Dress" back at that post.

4:24 PM  
Blogger ~River~ said...

Like the idea of the poem--of things surviving people...

4:16 AM  
Blogger Ardra said...

yeah, nice idea- kind of a legacy that she handed over back to Nature...

7:00 AM  
Blogger The Individualist said...

Remembrances. We live for them. And sometimes, die for them too. Don't we?!

10:27 PM  

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